Above the Ocean Breeze

Lately, I’ve become obsessed with the Japanese poetry form. My favorite are the tanka and haiku, though I’ve been exploring other forms to try too.

Recently, I hooked up with new blogging buddy and Nigerian sister based in the UK, Amina (Check her out at Ameena’s Musings) to collaborate on a renga.

Renga (meaning linked poem) is meant to be written by two or more poets. It consists of alternating three-line and two-line stanzas. The three-line stanza should have a total of 17 syllables (similar to a haiku), while the couplet has seven syllables per line.

I think the collaborative poem is definitely our thing. This one reads as if it were written by one person. Enjoy! 🙂

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Above the Ocean Breeze

Walking down the beach
Foot impressions in the sand
Music in my ears

Waves rush ashore ferrying
Seashells across vast oceans

Pondering on my life
How? When ..did it all go wrong
Why did it all change

I touch a dead hermit’s home
To my ear, listen for you

You…I loved you so
But you left when the tide changed
Now here I am – sad!

Standing on edge of earth as
Sun sets where water meets sky

Feeling overwhelmed
As the colours seem to fade
Memories distant

Three thousand breaststrokes away
Reunion makes me seasick

I try to jolt back
To a time I was stronger
I, my own person

When love neither made me nor
Broke me; bearer of my own

A time where my strength
Brought some hope to the hopeless
Where I could stand tall

With my unwavering voice
Part seas; sand feels like concrete

I need to reclaim
All the bits of me I’ve lost
Patching piece by piece

Like sediments of rock build
New structures out of the old

The new and old merge
Creating a stronger bond
Redefining me

No longer bound to life with
You beyond the horizon

Finally I can
Look forward to a new start
Where I love myself

I wrap my arms around my
Body, tight like rip currents

At last, I can breathe
And have freedom like the birds
This is my new start

—Amina & Nortina ❤

Revelations Lost at Sea

The team headed toward the island not sure what they would find when they arrived. 

A race to the buoys anchored in the crystal blue waters just offshore of Miami had turned into two days adrift in the Bermuda Triangle. They’d run out of gas at the end of day one.

Everyone was dehydrated, tempted to drink the water on which they floated, only for the concentration of salt to further dry their tongues.

After vomiting three times into the Atlantic while straddling the back of Ryan’s jet ski, Misha had revealed to Thomas that she was seven weeks pregnant, and he in a fit of anger tackled Ryan into the ocean.

“I know it was you!” he’d shouted, gurgling water. “I’m sterile!”

As they drew nearer to the island, the men abandoned the boats and swam for shore, towing the women behind on one boat while Misha doubled over, praying for food.

“We’ll find help.” Brielle patted her knee. “We’ll feed your little one.”

word count: 150

 —Nortina


2014-10-1-bw-beachamLike Sonya over at Only 100 Words, I’ve truly missed Barbara Beacham and her MFtS challenge. So as a way to remember her, I’ve decided to join Sonya and do all the prompts I missed, starting with the first one. 🙂

Honeymoon Skinny Dip

Even in summer, the water was freezing at night.

“Don’t shrivel up on me.” I slipped out of my bikini bottoms, dangled them above his head.

“Let’s not flash anyone.” He winked and took my hand, drawing me further out to sea.

Morning Dive

When we were kids, they told us never to go swimming during a thunderstorm. The lightning could strike the water, fry our little bodies and stop our hearts. But what were the odds, right?

Russell is drunk again. He walked into our one-bedroom apartment at eight this morning, trailing a 40 behind him, wet hair clinging to his forehead. “The water’s swarm,” he slurred.

I didn’t mention that I had to walk the kids seven blocks to school because he took the car, that my checkbook was missing, that Breen’s cleats for football would cost $160—$160 we don’t have; $160 Russell manages to find for beer and online poker.

“I’ll take a dive,” I told him.

The water is freezing. Silly me for believing a man whose blood boils in alcohol. The waves sweep around my feet as I squat and splash my face, the salt from the ocean burning my eyes. Better to be blind than to watch Russell mold our son into his likeness.

Rumbles of thunder approach from behind. Better to be struck by lightning.

word count: 175

—Nortina


photo-20160118105818411Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 75-175 using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to read other stories inspired by the photo and add your own.

Attempted #frapalymo

Night is like a silent sea
reflected in the sky.
I raise my arms above my head,
into the ocean I dive.
Stars adorn the barren floor. 
The moon illuminates the waves
that push me back onto the shore,
expels me from my grave.

—Nortina


frapalymoThis poem is written as part of #frapalymo which Bee will be translating into English for us at The Bee Writes…  Today’s prompt is on the classical side. It is the first line, “night is like a silent sea,” from the poem, “The Night-Flower,” by Joseph von Eichendorff. As the original German poem looks to have a rhyme scheme, I decided to embrace the classical theme altogether and give my poem a rhyme scheme as well.